I spent the first half of my day staring out the floor to ceiling windows mindlessly, trying to block out Graysons yelling over the phone. It still surprises me that he hasn't lost his voice.

"Hey babe?" I looked away from the window to his expectant gaze.

"Hm?"

"I know I told you that I don't want you working right now but would you mind going down to the twelfth floor and grabbing me the Mitchell file?"

I stood up to get the feeling back into my legs "ugh! Finally! I've been dying of boredom." I raced over to him pecking him on the cheek.

"I'll be back soon!" Before he could respond I was out the door and walking to the elevator. The stares from the executives didn't go unnoticed. I knew it would get worse once I made it to the twelfth floor but I couldn't find it in myself to care.

It's not surprising that I'm more nervous to see the other employees rather than executives. I mean they're the ones I spent my time with. Plus the majority of them are gossiping, two faced bitches.

The elevator door opened onto the twelfth floor. My anxiety hit its peak as the elevator ding drew the attention of everyone in sight.

The girls especially were staring daggers. I guess when I left they had hope that they could get with the big boss, only to be disappointed by my arrival. I'm telling you, bitches, all of em.

A squeal broke the lingering silence. I looked up to see who it had come from. Amber. She ran over to me in her six inch stilettos, enveloping in an unwelcoming hug. I patted her back awkwardly. "Um, hi?"

She pulled back ignoring my awkwardness "what are you doing here? I thought you and Grayson broke it off? I mean the pictures of you packing kind of clued us all in. Did he kick you out? Did he meet someone better?"

Wow insulting. Hurt a little bit, I won't lie. "I'm just here to get a file." I disregarded her questions, hoping she'd get the hint that I don't want to talk. I'm sadly mistaken as not only her but her main little minion followed me into the file room.

I went to the file cabinet labelled 'M' and began sifting through. "Spill the deats! What really happened between the two of you?" I sighed.

"Look Amber, what happened is between the two of us. Please just leave me alone." I dared to take a peek at her expression. If she could kill with the look I was receiving right now, I'd be dead. Her nice act had vanished.

"Listen here. I tried being nice but you need to understand that just because you've somehow manipulated Grayson into being with you, doesn't make you top shit. Everyone here knows I'd be so much better for him."

The audacity this girl has is laughable. I grabbed the file labelled Mitchell and slammed the door shut. "Amber, the man doesn't even know your name."

Her cheeks were tinged red. "He does so! He wants me! I knew it the second he looked at me when we went to that club."

"Then how come I left with him and not you?" Casey stood behind Amber not saying a word, just stood there glaring at me with her arms crossed.

I was done entertaining this conversation. "Alright minion, move." Casey continued to stand her ground.

I turned to look at Amber who looked pleased that I was trapped. I'm about ready to slap a bitch. "Look Amber, if you have a problem with me, kindly write it on a piece of paper, fold it and shove it up your ass. I'm done with this conversation and with you."

"I can't believe Grayson married a skank like you! What do you have on him that's keeping you tied to his side? What are you pregnant?" That caught me off guard. I didn't know what to say, I just felt the blood drain from my face. "Oh.. my... god. You're fucking pregnant."

I opened my mouth but no words came out. "Is the baby even his? Who am I kidding of course it's not, you're a whore. He probably fucked you once to get you to shut your mouth and you told him the kids his to get him to stay with you."

What else is shoved up this bitches ass other than that piece of paper? I've kept my cool for as long as I could but Amber knew all the right buttons to press to get me to go off.

So I did the first thing that came to my hormonal mind. I punched her right across the face. The Botox in her cheekbones added some nice padding to my fist when it collided with her face.

She clutched the side of her face, tears laced with dark black mascara rolled down her cheeks, she looked like an ugly raccoon.

I turned back the door where Casey's stationed. "Want the same fate as Chanel number one, over there?" She didn't say anything, just stepped aside, letting me through and that was good enough for me.

I made sure to avoid eye contact with everyone at all costs. It won't take long for people to find out what happened. Since I've pissed her off she's going to make sure to spread rumours about my pregnancy, probably go to a news outlet and tell them the baby's not Graysons. But that's something to worry about once I've calmed myself down. Right now I still have the adrenaline coursing through my bones.

Walking into Graysons office I placed the file on his desk. I didn't say anything as he looked concentrated on the phone and I didn't want to disturb him. "Alright... yep.... Thank you for telling me."

"I have some news and I'm not sure you're going to be happy with me when I tell you." I played with my fingers to calm my nerves.

"Hey." I looked up at him.

"Come here."

I walked around his desk and he pulled me back onto his lap. "Now. What is it you want to tell me?"

Clearing my throat, I began to muster up the courage to tell him what I'd done. "So, I went to the file room and well Amber was there-"

"-who's Amber?"

I couldn't help but giggle. She was so sure he knew her. It made me feel better knowing I was right. "She was at the club that night I snuck out."

His brows furrowed causing a deep crease in between them. "I have no idea who you're talking about."

I sighed "anyway, she was there and followed me with her little minion into the file room. She said some things about me forcing you into this relationship."

His knuckles are white from him clenching them so hard. I pry them apart and hold his hand, drawing little patterns on his palm to calm him down. I see his frown lines slowly disappearing. "I wasn't thinking, she knows how to get under my skin. So I may or may not have punched her in the face."

I'm tempted to hide my head in my hands but that's a pussy move so I instead I watch every movement in Graysons face. At first he remains stoic. The I notice his lip twitch a little. Moments later that little twitch has turned into a full blown smile. Honestly I expected him to tell me off. I'm not the most mature person, I tend to act out and have a problem keeping my mouth shut.

"I'm proud of you baby."

"Now that is the last thing I expected you to say."

"Why? She was being disrespectful towards you and myself. Sure it wasn't the most appropriate way to handle the situation but I'm sure she deserved it."

"Believe me, she did! But she figured out I'm pregnant and I'm scared she's going to start spreading rumours or sell her story to the press. I'm not sure I can handle the whole world hating me again."

His warm lips plant a loving kiss on my forehead "don't worry about it love. I have everything under control."

"What are you going to do? There's no possible way to stop her from gossiping."

"I have an live interview in four hours, I'm going to tell them the truth."

"The truth?"

"Indeed. The whole truth. I'm going to tell them about our fake engagement and marriage that I practically forced you into. I'm going to tell them that I fell in love with the most amazing woman who's a total spitfire and she's pregnant with my child."

Tears began to well up in my eyes. He wiped a stray tear that managed to slip down my cheek, with the pad of his thumb. "Why?"

"Because although we can't exactly start from the very beginning, I'd like us to start over on a clean slate. No contracts."

"I don't deserve you." My voice is a mere whisper. He leans in gently brushing his lips against my own. My eyes flutter close as I feel the pressure of his lips pressing against my own.

"Baby, stop hating yourself for leaving. I've forgiven you. I'm not exactly innocent in this relationship either. I've done things I'm not proud of so let's just move on, yea?"

I sigh leaning into his chest "yeah ok."

"Good girl. Before you came in I was on the phone with Peter McDowell."

Marie's father.

"Oh? What did he say?"

"Well he and Ricky went over to her apartment once I texted him about what went down and her aggressive behaviour towards you. Peter thinks she's been off her meds."

"Meds? I didn't know she was supposed to take any?"

"She's bipolar. Peter thinks she's been off her medication since her and her boyfriend broke up which I believe may have been a month ago. But he's taken her to his home and is getting her back into treatment. It doesn't justify all her behaviour if any at all but at least we've got to the root of the main issue."

I had no idea. She didn't even tell me her and her boyfriend broke up. I personally don't know much about Bipolar disorder but I hope she gets the help she needs. Maybe there's more too it than just bipolar? But now that she's going into treatment I hope she gets better.

"What about her job?"

"Her father wants her to take a step back. They think there may be more to what she's going through than just being bipolar"

I had a feeling

"So he's decided that it's in her best interest to just focus on getting better and I agree. I'm going to hire someone else to take her spot but I've made sure to make it known that she will always have a spot within the company."

"That's sweet of you."

He audibly scoffs "I'm not sweet."

I grip both his cheeks like an adoring mother would "aww yes you are!"

He smacks my hands away "well it's your goddamned fault. Before you I was a complete asshole... it was great!"

"I don't know. I like this side of you. You're going to make a great dad."

"I hope so."

"Believe me. With everything you've done for me. How concerned you are and how sweet, yes, sweet. You're going to be the best father."

His glum face lights up a little at my confession "I love you." He states.

"I love you too."